Dear Diary,
My twin rang twice yesterday, I couldn't make out what he'd say, but that's okay, I just let him talk away: he needed to talk to someone, so did.
This morning I sit with a sly J on the porch, pondering yesterday, and the tunes that we'd play:
In the Jailhouse Now, Johnny B. Goode, Will You Still Love Me Tommorow?, and all that jive. It was nice. Full band rehersal on the morrow. Today is more practice.
I sure do miss Janie.
Maxx.
